The Swamp and the Swing
Swinging in this playground over swamps
Seeing beauty of the cypress knees and frogs at peace upon their lilly pads.
As it darkens, I am lost into this endless swing that needs repair.
Wanting on those lilly pads where crickets and the basics of my needs do thrive.
Noticing this is not my home, I look for land into a haven that is dry.
I love the beauty of the swamp, although it's secrets they're not shared with me.
Working up the vine, I see the sun shine through the trees.
Birds who fly ahead
They fly away to dry land
Where it's suitable
In changing climate.
12-9-09
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